Woof (ON HOLD)

"Reagan!" He picked me up, spinning me around before setting me gently on the ground. I put a hand to my bandaged head, wincing slightly, "Hey, Mace. Long time no see..."
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Listen, this might be cliche, but... I'm a werewolf. Yeah, I know, "Not true" or "Not possible". It is. At least, where I live it is. Lake Shire, South end, a population of around 9,000. All werewolves. We are extremely dangerous creatures, but this isn't a story of how evil we are or might've been. This is a war story that begins and ends... with him.